"Thanks."

"Yeeees, love of my life?"

"Medallion Zeviana is here to give your scrying something to grab onto tracking down whoever's been giving Phix problems. Can you pop into Pantheon?"

"... Wow, white hair! And it's doing the Fabio thing. That's a thing I never thought my brother would ever do!"

Ice ruffles her husband's hair.

"I told you about the white hair! Anyway, turn into scary torture people so he can see if that works."

Cypress snorts at the commentary and hair ruffling, and kisses his wife's forehead. Because he can.

"I like to feel pretty," drawls Cypress. He gets to scrying. It mostly just involves staring off into space in silence.

Ice raises an eyebrow at Savannah.

"By the way, Savannah wants to meet your sister-in-law."

"Sure, I'll let Zeviana know."

"Eeeee, I'm excited, is she fun? I bet she's fun!"

"I'm sure you will think so."

"Does she have a harem? Of witches? Is there a harem of witches?"

"She has at least one witch girlfriend but I don't keep close tabs."

"And I bet she'll share, eeeeeee!"

"I'm sure she'll share, she was recently observed getting a Pantheon hotel room for three days to spend time with said witch girlfriend and your eldest alt."

"Fuck yes, damn, I missed that, that would have been so great!"

"That's what you get for not getting out of high school early and having to wait until weekends to do things."

"I didn't have the grades for it! I regret all of the unfinished homework, now! Auuuugh!"

"Well, it's the weekend in Medallion now, right? I'll call Zeviana as long as Adarin's scrying." Mirror, mirror, in the bag, interworld conversations with no lag.